Today, I caught myself staring at my vision board on my wall again. Not in a dramatic, incense-burning, chanting-to-the-universe kind of way. Just… quietly. Coffee in hand. Hair doing whatever it wants. Brain already running 37 tabs in the background.

And I thought, it’s wild how often the things on this board somehow show up in my life. Not magically. Not instantly. But consistently.

For the past five years or so, I’ve made it a ritual. Every January, I sit down and build one. Photos. Words. Random affirmations that make sense only to me. Places I want to go. Numbers I want to hit. Versions of myself I want to grow into.

And every year, I look back in December and think… how did that happen?

People ask me sometimes, “How come you always get what you want?”

And I laugh because I don’t even know how to explain it without sounding slightly unhinged. But here’s the truth: I already see myself there.

I don’t wish for it like it’s far away. I picture it like it’s done. Like it already belongs to me. Like I’m just catching up to it.

Meanwhile, I meet people who are so stuck in scarcity. Always expecting the worst. Always bracing for disappointment. Always saying, “That’s not for me.” Or “People like me don’t get that.”

And I find myself wanting to shake them gently and say, “Unsa man… why are you deciding that so early?”

Because psychology-wise, siguro it’s protection. If you expect less, you hurt less. If you assume you won’t get it, you won’t be disappointed.

But here’s the flip side... If you expect nothing, you also receive nothing.

I truly believe this: you are exactly where you’re supposed to be. Not as punishment. Not as proof that you failed. But as a starting point. And wherever you go… there you’ll be.

So if your mindset is scarce, you bring that with you. If your mindset is abundant, you bring that, too.

Which brings me to today’s #ChooseDay, because abundance is not accidental. It’s chosen.

Speaking of which, my to-do task list today do NOT scream “abundance mindset.” But they really are.
Because now as I sit down to do them, I don’t think, “Ugh, this is too much.”
I just think, “I am building something stable. I am trusted with this. I am capable of this.”
That shift changes everything, you know.

For me, abundance isn’t about money falling from the sky. It’s about believing you can handle what lands in your hands.

So today, let's choose to be the version of ourselves who already live in the life we want.

Say this with me:
I choose to see opportunity instead of lack.
I choose to build, not brace.

And if the universe wants to meet me halfway, I’ll be here. Vision board ready. Coffee refilled. One task at a time.

You become what you consistently believe you are.
So choose wisely.

But here’s the weird part.

I was DREAMING. And not the usual floating, falling, being-chased-by-an-unknown-entity kind of dream. I was literally conceptualizing a coffee shop. Like full-on concept. Layout. Branding. Workflow. (No, I will not discuss it today. Gatekeeping sa ko gamay.) My brain was troubleshooting supply chains and customer flow while I was drooling on my pillow.

And this wasn’t the first time.

The other day I dreamt about fixing a recipe. I was adjusting ingredients, balancing flavors, trying to make it “just right.” And here’s the kicker… I could TASTE it. I could SMELL it. I always thought you couldn’t smell or taste in dreams but there I was, calibrating sweetness and acidity like some MasterChef subconscious version of myself.

Ngano ni oieee?

Apparently, even when I’m unconscious, my brain is still in problem-solving mode. It’s like she clocked in without me. “Shift started, Ma’am.” Meanwhile my physical body is face down on the bed.

And I don’t know if this is hormones, ADHD, perimenopause, caffeine residue, or some cosmic WiFi upgrade happening on Earth right now. (Don’t worry, I’m not fully boarding the spaceship.) But lately there’s this sense that something is… activating.

Now before you roll your eyes and say, “Maria, ayaw na pud anang starseed-starseed,” hear me out.

I’m not out here claiming I’m from the Pleiades. Calm down. But I do sometimes wonder why certain people feel wired differently. Why some of us can’t just exist quietly. Why our brains insist on creating, fixing, designing, imagining... even in sleep.

Maybe “starseed” and “indigo child” are just poetic ways of describing neurodivergent, hyper-creative, spiritually sensitive humans. Maybe “light healing” is just our nervous system trying to regulate itself in a crazy world. Maybe the awakening people talk about isn’t mystical... it’s collective burnout forcing everyone to rethink how we live.

See? Relatable. No crystals required. (Although essential oils are welcome. #TeamOilbularya pa rin this 2026!)

What if dreams are just our subconscious board meetings?

During the day we’re distracted by notifications, deadlines, hormones, responsibilities, laundry. But when we sleep, the CEO Brain finally gets uninterrupted strategy time. So she goes, “Okay team, here’s the coffee shop concept. Also, that recipe? Too much salt. Fix it.”

It reminds me of that old imagination post where I talked about visualizing and using the mind like a muscle. Creativity grows when you use it. Even in sleep apparently. The brain does not retire. She just shifts departments.

And you know what? It made me happy.

Because for a while there I thought maybe adulthood dulled me. That maybe bills and spreadsheets and amortizations and client revisions replaced the wild idea factory I used to have. But no. She’s still there. She just schedules meetings at 9PM nap time now.

So what does this have to do with #ChooseDay?

Everything.

Today I choose to believe that being disoriented is not dysfunction. It’s recalibration. That dreaming of businesses and recipes means I’m still engaged with life. That even when I feel tired or overwhelmed before a shift, my inner world is alive and building things.

And speaking of shifts…

After I fully rebooted (coffee in hand, obviously), I opened my task list. Client deliverables. Transcriptions. Automation tweaks. Content drafts. And instead of feeling like “Haaay trabaho na pud,” I thought… this is also problem-solving. This is also creation.

Same brain. Different platform.

Whether I’m conceptualizing a café in dreamland or organizing workflows, it’s still me building something. And I get to choose how I frame it.

ChooseDay is not about toxic positivity. It’s about micro-decisions. I choose curiosity over confusion. I choose fascination over fear. I choose to laugh at my cosmic brain instead of diagnosing myself as malfunctioning.

Maybe we’re not awakening into something mystical.

Maybe we’re just remembering that we’re wired to create.

And if my brain wants to open a coffee shop in REM sleep while my body naps before my daily grind, then sige. Padayon ta. Let her cook. Let her brew.

Now excuse me while I get back to work before my subconscious files an HR complaint.

How quickly time flies, but Sundays will always be a family day. My husband and I continue to spend quality time with our son, who’s on the brink of becoming a teenager. This Sunday, we goofed around, laughed until our sides hurt, talked about future plans, and made memories that I hope will stay with us for years. 

As a parent, I often think about how these moments may not last forever. Soon, our son might prefer the company of his friends over family time. While that’s a natural part of growing up, it does make me cherish these moments even more.

In today’s busy world, it’s easy to get lost in the hustle and forget to make time for what truly matters. We usually don't anything extravagant—no big vacations or fancy events—just a simple day filled with laughter and love... and food.

I feel that these ordinary moments often turn out to be the most meaningful. Spending time together as a family is important, especially as our kids grow older and their lives get busier with school, activities, and friends.

I already accepted the fact that the days when my son wants to hang out with us may be limited. Eventually, he'll grow up and start his own adventures. But until that day comes, I’m committed to making the most of the time we have together. 

Every weekend, every laugh, and every shared experience is a gift, and I intend to cherish each one.

These moments, though small, are the threads that weave together the fabric of our family’s story. They create a strong bond that would help our kid feel secure as he grows up.

Remember: It’s about being present, being flexible, and savoring each moment as it comes.